Every Day Zen
Progressing. Not how I usually describe chronic disease. I don’t think I have used that adjective in any of my previous posts but memory is unreliable. Always, it plays to audience. Over the last six months I have met with different specialists for different views and all have returned the same label: progressing. Yesterday, I... Continue Reading →
I have become quite fond of beginnings. They are timeless, emerging from change, dropping the baggage of loss or gain. They are ever new, without end. We think that the point is to pass the test or to overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don't really get solved. They come together and... Continue Reading →
I was not familiar with the term greenway until I left Wyoming for subtropical Florida. Ever green lands were where other people lived. I still marvel at the green that is the South. My county has a population very close to the entire state of the high plains desert that is Wyoming. The magnificence of... Continue Reading →
Today’s post is about yesterday, one fine day. Such a day can be a weekly occurrence for me. Usually, it is a Thursday or Friday. This week, it was yesterday. A cocktail of medication--my weekly dose--makes these days a possibility but not a guarantee. And for a while, that seemed enough. Then, I was in... Continue Reading →
Often, Monday mind seems an enemy but as the Buddha taught, the mind is both friend and enemy. There is now a word for that—frenemy. I find it helpful. For me, Mondays are no longer much different than any other day but when I lived my life through a different lens, Mondays were ragged around... Continue Reading →
Monica de la Torre says, “The sky’s changeups are reminders that this will not drag on forever.” I never thought of the sky as an ongoing image of impermanence but, of course, it is. All I need to do is look up. It’s rather like binge watching The Man in the High Castle or The... Continue Reading →
For me, mindfulness is the source of infinite possibilities. In mining the details of the present, I set up my options for the future. Yet, nothing stays, even in stone. I like the fluidity of the present but the past is immutable. Once, I spent a lot of time there but rarely do I visit... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, I leave too much unwritten but then, there are those times I “run aground” a metaphor. My writing lies somewhere between poetry and prose, falling short of either. Yet, it reflects the way I live now, a place in between. Yesterday’s post mentions an acceptance of nothingness, as if there were no fear attached. In... Continue Reading →
No thing or no one withstands the wave of impermanence. I remind myself of that quite often. I know it will wash over me, leaving me changed. That is the life experience. I may be able to push my fist through a wave but it will still knock me to the ground, if necessary. I’ve... Continue Reading →
As Anne Lamott said, the mystery of grace “meets us where we are and does not leave us where it found us.” No one and no one thing is immune. We need not understand the mystery to experience it. Grace strips away the nonessential, revealing our core— who we are— in mind and in body.... Continue Reading →
Aim For Even: The Daily Dose 